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2006
Toronto International Film Festival: DAY 3
(this
stuff is, for the most part, being written at 3:00 AM,
so if it doesn't make sense, or it's spelled wrong,
there you go)
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Maybe the Gods of the Festival were angered by yesterday's
suggestion that I leave because nothing in the festival could
top Babel.
Maybe it was Pedro Almodóvar himself cursing my
fortune. All I know is that I queued up in the Rush Only
line for Volver one hour early, and wasn't inside theatre
once the film started. Probably would have gotten in, but
from the rate festival volunteers were allowing folks to enter,
I would have missed the first 20 minutes.
This was sad, as Volver was one of the
three or four films I was looking forward to seeing the
most. It was part of the Holy Trinity of the TIFF, with Babel
as the Father, Volver as the Daughter, and the wispy The
Wind That Shake the Barley as the Holy Ghost.
Offside:
On June 8, 2005, Iran defeated Bahrain to qualify for the 2006
World Cup -- their third in just seven attempts since
1974. Jafar Panahi's offbeat comedy tells the tale of a
handful of young women who try to crash the match at Azadi
Stadium in Tehran, thinking they'll slip in unnoticed among the
100,000 other rabid fans. Women are not allowed to attend
sporting events in Iran, as men fear they'll be permanently
scarred by hearing a tapestry of obscenities woven by angry men
should Team Melli suffer a defeat.
Offside begins on a bus packed full of fans.
Amidst the excitement and chanting, one male notices a woman and
points her out to his friend. The friend shrugs his
shoulders and points out the window to a similar bus, where
girls with slightly better disguises hang from the window right
alongside the jubilant boys. "As if her father owns
the stadium," the first male utters, clearly displaying a
split among the populace when it comes to enforcing this odd and
seemingly antiquated law.
The timid girl from the first bus is eventually caught at the
stadium's gate and escorted to a small holding pen with a
half-dozen other rulebreakers who are guarded by soldiers that
appear embarrassed to have to deal with something so
trivial. And that's where the dark comedy begins as
Panahi's handheld cameras show both the hypocricy of the
anti-feminism of old-school Iran and the new breed of young
women ready to challenge that state as they rabidly cheer for
their country's national team. At least part of Offside
was filmed at the actual World Cup Qualifier, and the finale --
as the women are thrown on a bus to take them to prison -- was
shot during the mass celebration in the streets of Tehran.
Offside won the Jury Grand Prix award at the Venice Film
Festival this year.
Shortbus: John
Cameron Mitchell's follow-up to 2001's Hedwig
and the Angry Inch is the kind of film that keeps Rick
Santorum up at night, worrying he'll someday take a wrong turn,
end up in an unfamiliar neighborhood, and catch The Gay from a
bunch of filthy gutter punks. Shortbus shows more
engorged dicks than a crowd shot of a game at Yankee
Stadium. It has more cocksucking than a post-draft fantasy
football event (at least that's how I assume those things
end). And now that I've frightened off the homophobic
readers, I can now report that there is plenty of female
nakididity, as well. Also, there are brownouts, but not
the gross kind.
Shortbus introduces us to its three storylines in an
opening montage that uses a colorful miniature New York City to
zoom between its locations. We meet Jamie (PJ DeBoy) who
is busy trying to blow himself. We meet a dominatrix named
Severin (Lindsay Beamish) who has a client that asks irritating
non-sexual questions during their session. And we meet a
hetero couple going at it for what seems like hours before
collapsing in a post-orgasmic heap. The hetero girl is
Sofia (Sook-Yin Lee), a couples therapist who begins counseling
Jamie and his boyfriend James (Paul Dawson) about potentially
bringing a third person into their relationship. During
the session, it is revealed that Sofia has been faking orgasms
with her husband, and has never had one of them darn
things.
Enter the titular Shortbus, an underground anything-goes club
where people are free to experiment with each other and
themselves. This is where the three threads of the story
converge in a manner that probably won't surprise too many
viewers. Essentially, it's about three very unhappy people
who all end up happy. But there's music from Yo La Tengo,
too! An interesting second effort that, without the
much-ballyhooed sex (and, yes -- it's all real sex), wouldn't
play anywhere but LBGT festivals.
Beauty in
Trouble: Jan Hřebejk
(Divided We Fall) directs
this drama about a family suffering from the fallout of the 2002
flooding in Prague. Jarda (Roman Luknár) is now reduced
to running a chop shop in the garage of the family's home, which
was so damaged, the mold causes a severe allergy for his
son. Finally, despite what looks like a dynamite sexual
relationship, his wife Marcela (Anna Geislerová) can take no
more. She packs up the kids and moves in with mother and
step-father, and not soon afterwards, Jarda is pinched and
tossed in the clink.
While her husband is doing time, Marcela takes up with a
wealthy gentleman (Josef Abrhám) in order to get away from her
and her kids away from her creepy step-father (Jirí Schmitzer).
Which makes Trouble one of those movies where a woman has
to choose between financial security and a serious deep dicking.
I'm not ordinarily a fan of these films, but Hřebejk
and screenwriting partner Petr Jarchovský livened things up
with enough dark humor to keep me somewhat interested.
Should have been much shorter.
7 Years: Maďté (Valérie
Donzelli) is the devoted wife of Vincent (Bruno Todeschini) who
is serving a seven-year prison sentence. Twice a week, she
visits him with fresh laundry and doe-eyed admissions of her
love. One day, outside the prison, she meets a guard named
Jean (Cyril Troley) and begins an affair with him.
Screwing the screw, so to say.
Their relationship has a bit of a secret twist to it, but
nothing I'm prepared to give away here. It's not that
exciting, but it's all Years has going for it. I
kept waiting for some huge revelation, like a deliciously ironic
reason for Vincent being in the pokey. But it never
comes. Donzelli, who you may remember from Who Killed
Bambi?, checks in with another noteworthy performance.
Pan's Labyrinth: If Tim
Burton and Jan Svankmejer had teamed up to make The
Chronicles of Narnia, the result probably would have
looked something like this picture, which drops a cute but
bookish little girl (Ivana Banquero) into a very rural woodsy
area in Northern Spain in 1944. A prologue all but tells
us that she's the reincarnated spirit of the Princess of the
Underworld, but nothing prepares you for the incredible dark,
gruesome and graphic events that will follow. It's a
little disarming to see something that, at least on the surface,
appears to almost be a kiddie pic, and then you're blindsided by
the very adult nature of the film.
Labyrinth, written and directed by Guillermo del Toro
(Hellboy) drew audible gasps
and winces during tonight's press/industry screening, but it was
a strong enough picture to not leave that part of the audience
trampling each other to get to the door. Amazing sets and
photography, as well as a pair of strong performances (Banquero
and her screen antagonist, Sergi López from With
a Friend Like Harry) keep this movie interesting
and likable.
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